Page 99 of Love is Angry

“My palms were sweating. My heart was thumping,” I tell her. Gradually, the warmth returns to her expression. There’s no point in talking about my father or Psycho Jake at this point. Madison is in my living room, drinking my wine, and the heat is on, making every inch of this place into a comfortable corner of urban heaven. She deserves all the pampering I can give her. “I was terrified of you, Maddie.”

“And now? Do I still scare you?”

“I think so, yeah.”

She laughs lightly, and the sound makes me melt. Watching her intently, I take hold of her right foot and slowly massage it, from the heel to the tips of her toes. “I never considered myself to be intimidating,” Madison whispers.

“With your smarts? Any man would crap his pants,” I reply, smiling. My thumb works deeper into her sole, and her breath becomes ragged. I need her to forget about everything for a while. I need to see her unravel at my touch. “It seems like you’ve forgotten just how powerful a brilliant mind can be. I don’t mean to be condescending, but you have allowed my father’s transgression to—define you.”

She stills, but she doesn’t pull her foot away. I hope a small dose of hard truth will flip the fear switch off. Madison is still trembling, though I don’t think she realizes it.

“You’ve allowed him to corner you, to scare you,” I add. “You’re smarter than him, Maddie. You’re smarter than most of Rochester. Mensa would probably kill to have you within their ranks. What my father did—it can never be undone. But you leave the punishment to me. I will break him. I will make him pay. You, on the other hand—your future is still yours. Your freedom, your happiness. He hasn’t taken those. He’s just trying to make you think he has. If you rise, nothing will stop you.”

“Short of a bullet,” she sighs.

She slides into my hand, letting it travel up her calf, feeling the silky fabric of her sheer stocking stretch. I touch her knee as she hovers half-off the chair. Madison sucks in a breath. “We’re treading dangerous territory. But you’re not alone, Maddie. I’m here.”

“You are.”

“So give me a chance to see this through to the end. I didn’t choose to be born into this family, but I do have the strength to walk away from it and do the right thing.”

Madison gives me a pained look. “I’m so sorry you got dragged into this.”

“I chose to get involved,” I remind her.

She settles to the floor, allowing my hand to move higher up until it reaches the lacy band of her stocking. Finally,my fingertips find her warm, soft skin. My cock jumps with excitement, while Madison’s expression softens. A greyish haze settles over her eyes as she leans back against the chair.

“Rhue…”

I hesitate, remembering my promise. This is her ride—I’m just here to enjoy it. I let my hands linger on her warm thighs as she meets my gaze. She swallows hard and I see the shadows of fear flicking in her eyes. I withdraw, then cup her face in my hands.

“Whatever you want,” I tell her. “Whenever you want it.”

She kisses me, testing my control. Her thighs straddle mine, the heat of her sex warming the front of my jeans. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest as she devours my lips.

“I want you,” she breathes.

That is all she has to say. She slides back into the chair as I squeeze her thigh, then slowly spreads her legs. There it is. Hidden beneath a layer of flowery black lace, the very center of her sexuality. The folds of pink flesh I hope to conquer and consume.

“We are long overdue for this, don’t you think?” I ask.

She nods. Her lips part, hot and full with desire. Madison is so responsive—that much I got from our little foray during hazing night. But what I’m about to do here will reach a whole other level.

“I need you to say it,” I whisper.

She nods again. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, please.”

My cock swells, pushing harder against my pants. “We’ll go slow,” I reply, my other hand finding her left thigh. I’m already as hard as a rock, but she needs to be eased into this.

My hands move farther up while I push away the hem of her dress. Almost instinctively, Madison lifts herself from the armchair for only a second, making it easy for me to roll thefabric of her dress over her round hips. She’s got the figure of an hourglass, her ass round and plump and firm. I sink my nails into her flesh, loving the way she gasps as I drag her down a bit.

A second later, I’m hooking my fingers into the band of her panties, and pulling slowly, prying fabric from the moisture that has gathered between her thighs.

Madison keeps her gaze locked on me, while I take a moment to admire the rosy folds of a clearly slick and hungry pussy. I would like nothing more than to fill her up, right here, right now, and pound away until I lose myself inside of her. But I hold back. Madison is willing. Ready, even. And if that look in her eyes is anything to go by, then she’s starving for me just as much as I’m starving for her. Except, I also know that there’s a very thin line between pleasure and pain. One wrong move and all the memories ofhimwill come flooding through her. I have to guide her away from the darkness. I need to drown her in the light.

“How does this feel?” I ask, slipping my index and middle finger between folds. Her clit puckers up, a hard button aching to be stroked relentlessly.

“Yes…”

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